Twas the night of our first date and all through the house
My girl friends were swirling
Dressing me in red sparkles, velvet and that sexy black blouse.
My Man – Van Morrison – on the stereo, “Someone Like You” – painting the air
with sweet dreams of this man and a Christmas affair?
He arrived on the dot with a bouquet of mistletoe
and a lovely bottle of chilled Veuve Cliquot.
Mr Poetry and Writers, studied my bookshelf while
I cracked open the bubbly- he stared, nodding, and smiled:
“Wow, Didion! Wow, Welty, Uris, Allende, Raymond Carver, too! Theres Connelly, Coelho, Gaiman, – says a lot about you- “an over -Cheever.”
And that was the beginning of a happy Christmas
and very good night!